What’s fair is frank is fabulous when
The
ace is downed and done.
So
hard to hold neutrality
When
held under the gun.
But
equal even-handed trial
Is
necessary meat
To
feed the beast of justice fair
Who
seldom knows defeat.
So,
how might I stay steadfast
To
impartiality and
Hold
my head above the fray
In
silent probity?
I
do not choose.
I
will not choose.
I’ll
pose upon the fence
And
listen to the lot of you
Decry
the where and whence.
And
when pretense and posturing
Are
faded to demise
A
soft rebuttal trills the air
On
wings of gentle butterflies.
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